One Chance

I struggled to get back on my feet after i tripped over a mangled corpse lying in the middle of main street. i glanced behind me, more roamers were joining the hoard that was already chasing after me. i looked forward.

"Almost there Sam. C'Mon!" my legs were already starting to tire from running all over the city, it seemed like. The adrenaline kept me going. i stared at my goal which was my black ford truck. it was waiting for me at the other end of the street. i was running out of supplies. i had to make a run into the city. i had no choice it was that or starve to death. now i have myself stuck in this mess, with no supplies. i had pulled up to the drugstore to grab some meds and other first aid supplies. i walked in only to be looking at a completely empty shelves were stripped of anything it held. the storage room in the back only contained a single roamer.

i sighed. i remembered the untouched store on the other side of town i meant to get to. i whirled around fixing to swing open the door when i was face to face with a huge hoard of roamers. the only thing keeping the rotting corpse from ripping out my jugular was the thin sheet of glass.

"Yer fuckin kidding me.' i whined.

i put my hand back to my side and reached for my glock 18 and my silencer. i checked for my machete. i mentally highlighted a path for me to take. i picked the roamers i had to take out and swung the door open. i blew a couple of roamer's heads off and switched to my machete. I looked to the right where my truck should have been only to find it engulfed in roamers. i rolled my eyes frustrated and darted down the street. i flew into an alleyway and swung the gate closed. hopefully, i had been unseen or heard. i looked down at my muscle shirt that i probably havnt changed in a couple of days along with my black cargo pants due to shortage of a washer machine and dryer. it had layers of black goo and grime.i checked my shoe laces on my combat boots to make sure my death wasnt because i tripped on my god damn shoelaces. i slowed my breathing and peeked around the corner as much as i could. There was a little path i spotted right in the freakin middle of all this chaos.

"Okay, Sam you can do this. Its only a little ways." i peped talk myself. i tend to do that a lot these days. i peeked again and swung the gate open. i went for the path i with my machete, i sliced any roamer's head off that got to close for comfort. More joined the few that i had just ran through which made the adrenaline kick in, making my legs move faster. i finally made it to the truck and yanked on the handle violently expecting the door to swing open and i could jump in. But NOOO my dipshit self thought it was a bright idea to lock the door just in case some scavenger tried to steal her truck.

"DAMN IT!" i shouted. i searched my pockets for my keys. i fumbled with them for a second. i looked to my right making sure the walkers were a safe distance away, which they werent. i finally pressed the unlock button and flew in the drivers seat. i shoved the key into the ignition and turned it. i hauled ass down the road back to where i usually set up camp.

So? What do you guys think?